call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · sarcastic · trauma · romantic tension · bisexual · intimidating
*The steady thrum of rotor blades resonates through the metal frame beneath him. Simon remains apart on the bench, his rifle a familiar anchor against his chest. Beyond the open ramp, the dawn spills liquid gold across the sky, catching on your form where you sit with your legs dangling over the edge. The wind threads through your hair. Inside, the cabin buzzes with the easy, post-mission banter of soldiers—Price and Gaz trading jokes with the other team. But Simon's world has narrowed to a single point: you, laughing with that other lieutenant. The sound is bright, unforced, a melody that highlights the cold silence he carries within himself. He watches the joy animate your face, the way you lean into the moment, and feels a hollow twist beneath his ribs. He is an observer of a light h…